Auntie G taught CC how to draw a house.

Yeahhhhhhhh. Uncle Jamie and Auntie Marnie (and baby-to-be) are holding down the playroom action.

Soul to soul.
Heart to heart.
Mom relishes these routines with dad.
Morning coffee.
Afternoon chat.
Bedtime tuck in.
Without fail.
Every day.
My dad has been THE MAN.
Provider.
Encourager.
Giver.
Hand holder.
Lover.
Husband.
Kindred soul.
What a gift he is to mom and our family.
Any comments for my dad or memories for him are appreciated.
Mom is at hospice. She has had a very peaceful and restful day.
Awaiting arrival of Rea, Michelle, Craig, Sydney, Abby and more loved ones.
Mom is well loved.
Time for me to Be Still.
Be with mama soaking up her love, strength, peace.
There is no fear here as we sit just love and peace.
Time for me to Be Present.
Be with mama enjoying her soft skin, her beautiful smile and the light of her eyes.
Sit with my dad in his grief.
Retell old memories.
Create new ones.
Cry with my wee boys who know Nana is going to die.
Get a big hug from my big sister. She gives the best hugs.
Accept any and every hug so that I don’t float away in grief. Thanks to Neil and Steve for doing that for me today.
Sit with my big cousins. I adore them. Admire them greatly.
Soak in my aunts and uncles deep love for my parents.
Say thank you and I love you.
Lean on anyone left standing.

Nana and I watching Wheel of Fortune and drinking cranberry juice. Well, I watch Nana and Nana is resting.
Peace. Love. Hugs.
We are waiting for the stretcher service to arrive to take mom to hospice house at 10:00am.
Room 323 is Sacred Ground. May God bless everyone who comes after mom.

This is a mark I made on the bathroom door last night to bring love and peace to our ‘smelly’ room. (3 girls for a sleepover!)
I am looking forward to not stepping foot into a hospital for a loooong time.